Looking at the impregnable basement secret door in front of him, Jim Watts couldn't help but frown deeply.
At this time, after a moderately intense battle, they had an absolute numerical advantage and had cleared out all the cultists defending the perimeter of the Colosseum, and followed the clues to discover the basement in front of them.
And this metal door made of special metal has become the biggest problem in front of them.
Since the terrain is narrow and it is more than ten meters deep underground, too many people will get in the way.
Even if several knights were arranged to hit it with hammers, they would not be able to cause any damage to it.
Apart from a little dust falling from the cracks in the door, there were no dents.
Judging from the sound produced when the hammer hits, the thickness of this metal door is probably close to ten centimeters, making it almost impossible to open it violently.
After thinking about it, looking at the dust on the ground, he suddenly thought that since it couldn't be broken, could he just dismantle it?
So he hurriedly ordered the knights to replace the hammers and use crowbars and hoes to break open the stone bricks along the side seams of the iron door and loosen the soil on both sides...
Looking at the rising dust, Charles glanced at the crowd behind him and whispered to Jim Watts in a worried voice: "We are now more than ten meters deep underground. Are you sure this won't cause an underground tunnel?"
Will it collapse and bury us all alive?"
Jim, who was not aware of this problem at first, took a deep breath, shook his head and whispered: "...I'm not sure, but this is the only way. Other than that, I can't think of a way to break in in a short time."
, I can only hope that when building this basement, the other party’s anti-collapse work was done well enough.”
"Depend on!"
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I don't know whether it was because the basement was repaired well or because Jem and others were lucky.
Until the door was completely dismantled, although the tunnel was always dusty and made Jim Watts' heart pound, there were no major cracks and it was still very stable.
Jim Watts and Ciel were reassured and silently praised its reliability.
After opening the secret door and walking some distance further, accompanied by waves of unknown spells being chanted, a huge, open room came into view.
The most eye-catching one is a huge altar surrounded by dozens of men in black robes.
There was countless blood flowing on it, and at a glance there were at least hundreds of corpses placed in the center. Judging from the appearance and clothing of the corpses, they should be the slaves who were supposed to be imprisoned in the Colosseum.
Their original fate was to die in a duel in the future, but now it has been brought forward.
There were cuts all over their throats.
Judging from the signs of struggle around them, they were all probably still alive when they were bled.
Jim Watts didn't pay much attention to the corpses, but looked at someone standing on them and asked in confusion: "My dear uncle, why would you do such a thing?"
The other party's appearance and clothing were not disguised in any way, unlike other people who covered their faces.
And that person was none other than his uncle Richard Watts, a royal with an excellent reputation and ability.
As far as he knew, this man probably had no ambitions and was the kind of person who would live a peaceful life without fighting or grabbing.
He was very puzzled: 'Could it be that it was hidden too deeply, and it lasted for decades?'
Facing his inquiry, Richard Watts just showed a gentle smile as usual: "Jem, this is my last hope."
Looking at the smile on his face, Jim thought of a possibility and asked seriously: "...Did you do all this because of Senna?"
The smile on Richard's face disappeared, and he showed a little helplessness: "...I really didn't hide it from you.
As you know, my daughter Senna was born with the same frail and sick health as her mother due to a genetic problem. I have tried all the methods but cannot cure her. In the past two years, I can even feel that she The disease is becoming more and more serious. If she doesn't seize the time for treatment, she may not have a few years to live. She is only eleven years old!
I promised her mother that she would grow up healthily like an ordinary person, so even if I rely on the devil, I will find a way to cure her. This is my responsibility as a father!"
After listening, Jem opened his mouth, wanting to say something but couldn't find what to say, because he knew that Richard was in a desperate state and was willing to do whatever it took.
But the identity of the other party still made him give his final advice:
"You should know very well that demons are not doctors no matter what is recorded in any book... If you give up now, I promise that what is happening now will not have any impact on your and Senna's life. ."
"Then what? Let me watch my daughter Senna die with my own eyes?"
Shaking his head slightly, Richard was not moved at all. He pointed to the successful summoning ceremony on the ground, looked at Jim calmly, and persuaded him in reverse: "Jem, now that the summoning ceremony has begun, you can't do anything anymore." Prevent it from happening. If you leave, I will use the short-term control power given to me by the summoning ritual to let the demon cure Senna and then expel him to the remaining countries!
What do you think of this?"
When Jim Watts heard this, he immediately wanted to refuse.
But when I thought about it carefully, I suddenly felt that what the other party said seemed to make sense. Wouldn't it be nice to let the devil harm other countries...
There was a look of hesitation on his face immediately!
This made Safi, who didn't want to interfere with their housework, so she didn't speak and chose to watch quietly, dumbfounded.
He really didn't expect this trash teammate. In a few words, he failed to persuade others, but was moved by others' advice!
This alliance relationship is like paper!
'If they really want to join forces and succeed, then won't the people in our church become the one being beaten two against one?'
He hurriedly interjected with a serious expression: "Your Highness Jem, I don't think demons are so obedient. After all, any description of them in any history book is cruel and crazy. It would be unavoidable to regard that kind of lunatic as a target that can be exploited." It's a little too irrational. If it's really that simple, how could there be so many magical disasters?"
As soon as he heard this, Jim immediately thought of Orshiga, and he had a vague feeling that the other person was looking at him, which made his scalp numb.
The wavering on his face instantly turned into determination.
That kind of thing is indeed a big trouble. Even one of them can't stand it. If another one comes wandering around, Marton is definitely not far away from the country's destruction.
So he shook his head and said in denial: "Uncle Richard, creatures like demons are indeed too dangerous, and the chances of losing control are too high."
Regarding his reply, Richard Watts smiled casually: "That would be a pity."
The next second, a pale white mist filled the altar. A monster about three meters tall, with a sheep's head, a human body, a snake's tail, and a body covered with black hair slowly emerged from it.
"The familiar world, I, Karla, am back."
Although it was not a familiar language, everyone present understood what he meant.
Looking at the demon in front of him, Jim didn't know if it was an illusion. Although he could still sense the opponent's power, he didn't feel Orshiga's powerful desperation from the demon in front of him, which made people feel like he was trying to control the mantis.
feel.
After comparing the other party with Orshiga, he easily came to the conclusion: 'The one in front of me is not as strong as Orshiga.'
Not just strength in strength!
Even in appearance and momentum, he couldn't compare with Orshika.
Orshika's true form is one that can make people feel extremely powerful just by looking at it. Just standing there can make people feel intimidated, and the sight of it can even scare the soldiers of hundreds of battles.
With his scarlet golden eyes, curved horns, strong body, ferocious scales, and wide wings, anyone who sees his existence can recognize his identity as a demon at just the first glance, which perfectly fits people's understanding of demons.
His imagination made him more like the fear condensed from his fantasy.
But the one in front of me is completely different. If he were to encounter it elsewhere, Jim Watts would probably think it was some other kind of monster.
It was not clear that someone was slandering him. After the sheep-headed demon came out, he took a deep breath of air and whispered in a low voice: "It is full of the weak, and it is still my favorite playground."
Before he could indulge in it for too long, another smell was also noticed by him. He immediately raised his eyebrows and said in dissatisfaction: "Why is there a smell that makes me sick?"
Following the smell, I saw that it was an old man.
The opponent's strength could only be regarded as a high-level garbage, and Kalra did not take him seriously.
What he cares about is what the other person is carrying.
Baring his teeth, he said with disgust: "Sacred object? The church of this world again? It's as disgusting as a bed bug. Are you about to find that right thing and make a great statement?"
The next moment, without keeping him waiting, Safi took out a palm-sized badge: "Devil, exit this world! Otherwise, we, the shepherds of the gods, will give you the strongest blow!"
Not paying attention to Safi's nonsense, the sheep-headed demon spat on the ground with disgust: "Disgusting..."
After that thing was taken out, he felt that the repressive power of the world around him increased greatly. His strength, which was originally suppressed by seventy-eight percent, was suppressed again.
In his eyes, these shameless little bugs, whether hundreds of years ago or now, always use some boring little tricks to lower his level, and then form a group to beat him.
There is no opponent that he can really face up to!
At this moment, although his strength has been reduced to a certain extent, he is not panic at all.
When he was summoned just now, Richard Watts gave him a lot of sacrifices. As long as he eats the sacrifices, part of his strength will be restored immediately!
When the time comes, not only will you be able to abuse the few bugs in front of you, but at least you will be able to protect yourself easily.
Thinking of this, he reached out and touched the place behind him.
The souls of hundreds of sacrifices have been gathered there by him and turned into a condensed soul that can be easily held for him to eat!
Reach out and grab it.
Not caught!
I'll catch it again!
Still not caught!
Looking at Safi and others not far away who looked confused and didn't know what they were doing, Karla felt a little embarrassed.
He turned his head slightly and glanced at the empty space behind him.
He thought in confusion: 'Where is my sacrifice??'
‘What about the big sacrifice??’
As for Orshiga, who was lying among the clouds above the Colosseum, she stuffed the thing she just got into her mouth and chewed it twice before returning her gaze to Safi and the others with satisfaction.
Priest + magician + careerist + a large group of cannon fodder who are just walk-ons. This kind of brave lineup is really rare. He is really looking forward to the subsequent development.